"Wait, there seems to be a pretty little beauty here too."
All of a sudden, the man in luxurious robes noticed Liu Rulan standing beside Xia Ping. Earlier, he had been drawn in by the Calm-Spirit Flower and failed to notice Liu Rulan at his side.
Now that his gaze had been drawn to Xia Ping, he immediately noticed Liu Rulan, and his eyes lit up at once.
Liu Rulan was simply too captivating. With her exquisite, flawless face, an aura like that of a holy maiden, and her voluptuous, fiery figure, she was enough to make one drool three feet long.
Especially in that cheongsam, which accentuated every graceful curve of her body and made her look utterly sizzling—she was like a Greek goddess stepped out of myth, the sort of woman countless men would fall head over heels for.
The man in luxurious robes was no exception. He was instantly entranced.
"She truly is a peerless treasure of this world. I've seen plenty of beautiful women, but never one with such bearing. She's so beautiful she hardly seems human."
"Could this beauty be that lowlife's wife? Why else would she be by his side?"
"To think she'd wear such shameless clothing. The morals of the age are declining; the world is going to ruin."
"If she really were that lowlife's wife, she probably wouldn't be dressed like this. She might be his female slave."
"Damn it, what right does this lowlife have to possess a beauty like that? It's infuriating! Where did he buy her? What kind of dogshit luck did he stumble into?!"
"A beauty like this wasn't even offered to the lords at Soul Hall headquarters. Just how are the people below handling their affairs? When we get back, they must be severely punished. Let's see